Are some days bad enough no to ski?

A few days ago, I decided – against my best judgment – to go skiing in spite of a terrible snow and an awful visibility.

I took a first run, didn't quite like what I felt under my skis, then pondered as to whether it would make any sense to quit for the whole day, and wisely return home.

Against what I thought was my best intuition, I decided to stay and ended up having a pretty decent experience.

So, the morale of the story is that, in life like in skiing, some days never are to be as bad as they appear they could be, and it's always worth to persist!